Chapter 183: Chapter 183

“Our men are on their way to bring Steve in for questioning,” Zion said.

I hung up the phone and stared at Steven.

If he was the one who ordered the hit, would the driver have given out his name that easily?

Besides, Steven usually let Ewan handle things on his behalf, and Ewan would never mention Steven’s name.

It was evident that the driver had framed Steven by alleging that he’d ordered him to hit Aunty Lois with a car.

Zion must have also been aware that Steven was framed, so he called me in advance to give me a heads–up.

Since Michael would only face a maximum of 15 days of detention, Aunty Lois had no reason to stage this accident and jeopardize her own life.

Could it be that someone was attempting to provoke tension between the Lincolns and the Fords?

“Michael’s mother was hit by a car, so I’m heading to go to the hospital now. Stay home and wait for me, okay?” I was worried about what those ignorant netizens and the people behind this accident might do if they found Steven leaving the house.

If the feud between the Fords and the Lincolns escalated because of Steven, his position within the Lincoln family would inevitably be affected.

Not to mention, Martin would have the last laugh, and he’d be able to openly confront Steven without facing any condemnation.

“Stephie…” Steven wanted to follow me.

“Be a dear and stay home, okay?” I reminded him again. “Wait for me at home.”

Steven’s gaze turned dark, as if he were panicking. “You won’t lie to me this time… right?

11 But I knew that what he was trying to express was-

–“You’ll come back to me, won’t you?

I was startled for a moment. Then, I shook my head and replied, “No, I won’t. I’ll be back before you know it.

“Okay.” Steven nodded obediently. “Then, I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you until you’re home.”

At this, I felt a sudden tightness in my chest.

Nevertheless, I turned away from Steven and requested Austin to arrange for someone to drive me to the hospital.

Michael was still in police custody. But if he found out that his mother was badly injured in a car accident when he got released, he would undoubtedly go berserk again.

When I got downstairs, I saw Ewan going upstairs with a solemn expression. Then, I glanced back and saw Steven standing in the shadows on the dimly lit second floor.

I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but there was an intimidating and ominous air about him.

Just then, I noticed my shoelaces had come loose, so I squatted under the stairs to tie them.

“Michael seems to be bored out of his mind lately,” came Steven’s low voice.

Ewan nodded in agreement. “It appears so.”

Apparently, someone had staged this incident.

“Keep an eye on her. If anything ever happens…”

I caught fragments of Steven and Ewan’s conversation from downstairs.

Steven’s voice sounded cold. It was completely different from the tone he used when speaking with me.

But I thought that perhaps I was just hearing things, so I stood up on my tiptoes to get a better look.

However, when I did, they were already gone.

Was Steven truly a real dimwit?

“Mrs. Lincoln, your driver is here,” the nanny informed me.

Before I got into the car, I instinctively glanced at a corner. I could tell that someone had been watching me lately.

I suspected that Martin and his people might be up to something to get rid of the baby in my belly, so I’d been waiting for them to make their move.

However, although I could sense that I was being watched, never once had anyone come to hurt me.

Something told me that while someone was trying to kill me and my baby, there were also people secretly protecting me.

Otherwise, Martin and Dax should have targeted me a long time ago.

Aunty Lois was taken to the Huma Hospital.

Although she was still unconscious, her condition had stabilized.

I sighed in relief when I visited her in the ward. Then, I anxiously asked the doctor, ” When will she regain consciousness, doctor?”

“Maybe tomorrow. She suffered a concussion, but she should be fine,” the doctor briefly explained before leaving.

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Zion waited outside, his face filled with concern. “This is clearly a setup. Despite the lack of evidence, they still think it was Steven who orchestrated the accident. And Michael might believe that it was Steven too.”

When Michael got out of jail, he would surely hate Steven even more.

“If he had any common sense, he’d realize that this was a setup,” I remarked, feeling a bit ticked off.

“If he had any sense, he wouldn’t have let Stephanic die.” Zion furrowed his brow.

Taken aback, I remained silent.

Zion was right.

“Thank goodness, Lois is fine.” Zion glanced toward the ward.

“I looked into that guy, Simon Foley. He’s been up to a lot of petty theft, but when it comes to murder, it’s unlikely. Without solid evidence, we gotta cut him loose,” Zion said, looking apologetic.

“There’s just something off about him,” I murmured. “He’s barely a teenager, but he seems way more mature than that, and…”

I couldn’t explain the frightening aura that surrounded him, nor could I tell Zion that I was certain I’d seen him before my death.

But at this moment, I couldn’t even trust my own memories, especially given the semi- conscious state I was in before my death.

“There’s definitely something off about Simon. I’ll keep my eye on him,” Zion said, giving me a quick glance. “The doctor from the asylum where Steven got knocked out confirmed that he’s got some serious mental illness, the dangerous kind.

“Steven might go to extremes to hold onto what he wants, whether it’s things or people. And right now, it seems like we’re dealing with more than one murderer, and it’s organized. In fact, Steven could be the ringleader, so we can’t completely rule him out.”

I fell silent.

“If the evidence eventually points to Steven being the mastermind, what would you do?” Zion asked me.